


Blessed is the season

by Rileyout



Category: Kingsman (Movies)
Genre: Christmas Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Eggsy's tiny flat, Gift Giving, I'm Sorry, Love Actually - Freeform, M/M, Some dogs, Tinslewank2017, Twiglets, You can't obliterate the taste of Hugh
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-12-09
Updated: 2017-12-09
Packaged: 2019-02-12 14:48:41
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,099
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12961722
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rileyout/pseuds/Rileyout
Summary: The thing is when Harry had met Eggsy again after all those years he hadn’t been expecting it to lead to a sudden romance that had ended with him gaining a jagged scar and Eggsy being the hero.





	Blessed is the season

**Author's Note:**

> For my lovely LilithSugar who for some reason prompted me with Harry and Eggsy domestic Christmas fluff and Love Actually. 
> 
> Evidently, she remembered how much I hate Love Actually and tortured me with it. 
> 
> Hope it's exactly what you wanted my dear.

The thing is when Harry had met Eggsy again after all those years he hadn’t been expecting it to lead to a sudden romance that had ended with him gaining a jagged scar and Eggsy being the hero. He had never once thought about falling in love, had given up on that when he had made the ranks of Kingsman. Eggsy had been too stubborn to let him carry on like that, had refused to listen to Harry’s endless list of reasons about why and how it wouldn’t work until eventually Harry had relented, had taken Eggsy home and had fucked him for nearly three days straight. 

He had been with Kingsman long enough that he’d not actually spend the last 10 Christmas on the continent let alone in the country, but relationships have a way of changing that and Eggsy had gone a rather interesting shade of pale when Harry had explained that he would be working the Christmas period so that some of the other agents could spend time in the country as was tradition. 

Being with Eggsy had meant spending time together outside of work. Had meant drunk happy birthdays whispered down secure phone lines and payday takeaways and other things that couples do together. Had meant that Eggsy had expectations about what they did together and when. Had meant he’d been expecting to spend Christmas with Harry, regardless of that tradition stated. 

He’d been mad when Harry had explained the situation, only got angrier when Harry had told him to spend the day with his mother and sister and had in no explicit terms had told him to go fuck himself because if he didn’t think that he was Eggsy’s family then why the fuck were they even together. Eventually he had relented, it had only taken him three days of radio silence, and he’d promised he would try his best to clear their mission load but could do no more than try. 

Christmas falls on a Saturday this year and Harry's not sure how Eggsy managed it but Merlin had looked murderous when he'd picked up the last of the files on his desk two days ago and hadn't replaced them with others, while Eggsy own family had suddenly located some long-lost aunt and were not about for holidays. Harry had asked but Eggsy had managed to distract him with budget proposals and ridiculous ideas to put forward to R&D and they’d spent 40 minutes arguing about why exactly the Rainmakers did not, in fact, need a rear-view upgrade. 

Whatever it was though had worked because Harry now found himself free for next five days with an invitation to join Eggsy, that had sounded more like a demand than a request. Eggsy's flat is small but he seems to like it, won't let Harry persuade him into cohabitating, likes how he can walk to the shop most days or get the bus to Harry's if he's not already stopped over for the night. Likes how sometimes it's just him and JB and he has the space to breath finally, as if he'd been holding his breath for last 20 years.

That's how he found himself sequestered away in the other man's home with only Eggsy, JB and a collection of terrible Christmas jumpers for company. Eggsy had forced one onto him the moment he'd arrived and had refused to let him take it off until they'd gone to bed that night. It’s a truly ugly thing, with a narwhale in a Christmas hat declaring ‘Joyeux Narwhal’, whatever the hell that means. It had taken him half a bottle of wine to warm up to the bloody thing and he could still mentally picture Merlin laughing himself sick if he ever clapped eyes on him wearing it. 

He's been at Eggsy’s for two days when he wakes up alone and more than a little disappointed. The bed is a double, smaller than Harry's own but he likes it more, enjoys the way he wakes up curled around the other man, how they can't sleep without touching. Eggsy's side is still warm to the touch and Harry rolls himself into his back, listening to signs of Eggsy moving around the flat. He's too warm to get up, but thankfully Eggsy seems to feel the same, sauntering back into the bedroom with fresh tea and winning smile even though he looks like his been properly fucked, hair a mess and neck dotted purple. 

"Mornin'," he hums, welcomes the soft kiss Eggsy gives him and he slides back into bed and curling against Harry's side, “Can’t stay in bed too long, I need to sort some bits for tomorrow. Do you think you could take JB out for me?” He looks up at Harry with soft eyes and a cheeky smile. 

“I’m beginning to think that you only want me here to walk your dog.”

“Well you can’t walk yours. I’ll make it up to you.” He smiles again, climbs up into Harry’s lap and kisses him, slow and filthy, opening his mouth when Harry directs him and rolling his hips down against the other man’s. He gasps a little when Harry’s hands slide down into his boxers, cupping his arse and squeezing.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” He slaps Eggsy’s arse before dumping him on the bed and reaching for his tea, “Unless you wanted to stay in bed all day, but I did promise to return you in one piece.” 

“I’m sure I could handle it,” He smiles big and wide, crawling back into Harry’s lap and plucking the tea out of his hands and taking a sip for himself, “Now, I reckon you could fuck me, take JB out and be back before the 9 o’clock news.”

Harry fucks him against the window, delighting in the way that Eggsy presses back against him desperately and then again in the shower making sure that he misses the news and ignoring Eggsy’s pout when he leaves him still dripping wet and dishevelled in the bathroom to take JB out.

He finds Eggsy in the kitchen, with a mouthful of Twiglets, cooking breakfast, when they return. He steals a Twiglet from the tub on the way passed, dropping a kiss to the top of Eggsy’s head before picking up the hot cup of tea that Eggsy had timed to perfection. He sighs in delight, finishing the cup in a few sips and placing it in the sink. Breakfast smells good, Harry leans over Eggsy’s shoulder to see how it is going, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist and resting his head on Eggsy’s shoulder. 

“Knock that off or I’m gonna burn this,” He doesn’t move but rather kisses the side of Eggsy’s neck, “I thought I was the one who was meant to be salacious tart?” 

Harry hums, nuzzles the soft hair at Eggsy’s nape. Eggsy eventually turns off the heat and turns to kiss Harry squarely on the mouth, fingers sliding into the soft hair at the nape of Harry’s neck. He’s practically on his tip toes, Harry pulling him up into his arms until his actually standing on Harry’s shoes and opening his mouth when Harry slides his tongue along his bottom lip. 

“You are a salacious tart but I prefer you that way,” He unloops his arms and pushes Eggsy back onto his feet with a gentle nudge, “Now you promised breakfast and then something about terrible Christmas movies and wine.”

Eggsy huffs, steals Harry’s tea for himself and turning back to the pan on the stove.

***

"And why, do tell, are we doing this again?"

"Because," Eggsy throws another log on the fire and turns to look at Harry, eyes sparkling with mirth, "for the next three days it's just you, me, JB and tub of Twiglets."

There's a hollow woof from beside him, where he knows that Eggsy had left a tub of Twiglets, open Harry had noted, had been mildly horrified at the younger man’s protectiveness over them, which had been let well within reach of his furry little companion. 

"Make that just you, me and JB."

"What?"  Eggsy turns to look again, face paling slightly, "shit, he's gotten his face stuck."

There's a moment of chaos, settled when Eggsy is cradling the little pug in his arms and Harry is disposing of the tub that once held Twiglets. 

"Christ, me mum would kill me if you suffocated, you menace," JB seems none the wiser, tongue lolling out of his mouth and little legs kicking in the air as Eggsy rubs his belly, "daft git."

He dumps the Pug back on the floor and huffs when he trots off into the kitchen, nearly tripping Harry as he’s coming back.

“Traitor,” He flops down onto his back, looking up at Harry despondently, “Are you ready?” 

“If one must.” He sits himself next to Eggsy, who seems fully intent on ignoring the sofa in favour of snuggling up and using Harry as a cushion. Harry has a glass of wine cradled in his free hand, the bottle sitting a few feet away, safely out of reach. 

He’s not sure what possessed him to agree to let Eggsy choose this film, he has a suspicion that it had something to do the with blowjob Eggsy gave him in his office last week. However, he is a man of his word and so here he is on a Friday afternoon waiting for Eggsy to start the bloody movie so it can be over sooner.

“You’re gonna love it, I promise.”

Love, Actually, turns out to be a Christmas tragedy in 70 parts with a cast of excellent actors and Hugh Grant. Eggsy seems to be enjoying himself, laughing at some joke that Harry’s obviously missed and curling up against Harry’s side with a smile that could light up a small village. Harry’s happy to put up with the terrible storyline if it means that Eggsy is happy and relaxed for the first time in months. 

They're only about 10 minutes into the film when Eggsy stiffens against him, eyes glue the screen as another character is introduced and Harry nearly spills his wine on himself. 

"Are you kidding me?" 

"Look it ain't what you're thinking."

"Really?" Eggsy's blush deepens and Harry groans because of course Eggsy's going to have a type and it isn't solely him. He tips his glass at the screen for a moment, poor bastard, Harry can sympathise and Eggsy gives him the oddest look but he doesn't explain, rather tops up his wine and drops a kiss to Eggsy hair when he finally settled back against him. He feels oddly at peace in a way he hasn't in a good long while, something always plucking at his nerves, but there's nothing to even think about. The film is okay, it keeps Eggsy entertained and he only cringes a little at Bill Nighy's character and manages a small laugh at something stupid that one of the other characters does.

“I’m going to need more wine.”

He stands, heading towards the kitchen, JB on his heels. Eggsy’s taste in wine is frankly appalling, something that he hasn’t been able to rectify in the months that they have been together. He’d had the foresight to bring his own and enough smarts to being extra because regardless of what Eggsy had promised he could not manage Christmas without being a bottle of wine inside him. 

He brings the bottle back with him, a dark Rioja from Spain that costs far more than he cares to divulge but is more than worth it in his opinion. Eggsy is still sat were he left him, the film having moved on to some other story line that Harry’s not able to keep up with, something to do with Huge Grant and rather lovely young lady who probably doesn’t deserve this

He manages to finish the bottle just as the movie is reaching its climax as Jamie is about to make a total tit of himself in front of what appears to be the love of his life and a small Portuguese village. 

"That is ridiculous. Who falls in love with someone who barely speaks the same language as them?" Eggsy raises an eyebrow.

"Are you having a laugh, bruv? You barely understand what I'm saying half the time." 

"That is completely different."

"Hardly. Last week I asked you if you wanted a cuppa and looked at me like I'd grown an extra head."

"How on earth was I meant to know that a 'Rosie Lee' was meant to mean tea?"

"I was holding the kettle."

"You were also naked, you can understand my confusion." Eggsy laughs, presses his face again the crook of Harry neck, purring when the older man reaches up to stroke a hand through his hair, "I'd chase you half way around Europe, whether you wanted me to or not."

Eggsy lets out a little whine, presses his face further into Harry's neck and letting out a breathless 'fuck'. Harry's fingers tighten in the shorter hair on Eggsy's crown and yanking his head back.

"Would you like that?" Eggsy whimpers, swallowing deeply and snarling at Harry before surging forward to kiss him, biting at his mouth, moaning when Harry pushes his tongue in between his teeth.

It takes him barely a moment to push the younger man down into the floor, ridding himself of the ridiculous jumper and tugging Eggsy's off without much thought. Eggsy lifts his hips without another needing to be told, letting Harry strip him before pulling him back down for another kissing, fingers pulling at the older man’s hair and spreading his legs wider and humming as little Harry rocks against him. 

“If you do not take those fucking trousers off, I will fucking cut them off of you,” Eggsy snarls at him, pulling at buttons of said trousers when Harry desperately works the zipper and finally pushing them over his hips until his cock bobs free, “Fucking finally. Come on before we both die of old age.”

There's a hitch of breath when Harry ruts himself against the stretch of Eggsy's stomach. He does it again, smiles when Eggsy whines and grips at his hair again, tilting his head until Harry gets the idea and kisses him again, sliding his tongue into Eggsy’s mouth and tasting the faith tang of beer. He rocks his hips down, their cocks sliding together and Eggsy is so hard that he’s almost ready to come and Harry’s barely even started with him. 

"Harry." He sounds ruined and Harry can't help but smile, running his lips across Eggsy's cheek. 

"Well, aren't you beautiful hmm?" He bites at the line of Eggsy's neck working an old mark that had begun to fade, "I could just eat you up."  

Eggsy shivers, rocks his hips against Harry's, gasps when Harry surges down to meet him, rocking into the v of his legs in long, languid thrusts that drive them closer to the edge. Eggsy does his best to keep up, letting out breathless little gasps and tightening his fingers in Harry’s hair when he tries to tease. Harry can feel his orgasm building, the warm, tight knot in his stomach uncurling as he rocks their bodies together harder. He leans down and biting at the younger man's neck, smiling when Eggsy shudders, fingers digging into his shoulders and coming with a harsh cry.

He smiles, runs his tongue over bite and rocking his hips slowly, listening to Eggsy's weak whimpers of oversensitivity. He's not overly surprised when Eggsy leans up to his kiss him, hands moving the meat of his arse and leg hooking around his own. 

"Fucking come on already." That's all it takes and he is coming across both their stomachs.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath and roll off of Eggsy, who appears to be no better off than him. The silence stretches between them until Eggsy suddenly starts laughing.

"Fuck possessive much, Harry?" He hums in reply, turning his head to look at Eggsy, still breathing deeply and tinged pink from their activities, "Missed the rest of the film."

"How awful, truly." The sarcasm earns him a half-hearted slap on the arm and then the press of Eggsy's body over his own. 

"It's a classic."

"It's a Wonderful Life is a classic." Eggsy laughs again, resting his chin on Harry chest, "that was just tragic."

Eggsy just sighs, flopping back into his back and huffing at his fallen fringe. 

"Now you have a choice: dinner or I could take you to bed and ravish you." Eggsy stiffens next to him, looking slightly bewildered and terrified. 

"Shit, I promised mum I'd video call Daisy before bed and JB still needs a walk. Fuck." He up off the floor before Harry can respond, pulling on what are in fact Harry’s boxers and looking around desperately for his shirt and phone. He lays there for a moment longer, marvelling at the wonders of the younger man’s thought processes, before pulling himself off of the floor and locating both Eggsy’s shirt and phone, smoothly handing them over as he wonders out towards the bedroom. 

He’s back and dressed in under 10 minutes, with JB on his heels, stopping to briefly kiss Eggsy as he stutters and blushes and then stutters some more when Daisy shrieks her delight at seeing ‘Mr Hart’. He blows her a small kiss and leaves with a promise to speak to her tomorrow and take her out next week for ice cream, but only if she is good and eats all of her Christmas dinner.

He returns half an hour later, JB panting and shaking stray droplets off as Harry calmly steps out of his shoes. Eggsy’s in the kitchen, still dressed in his shirt and boxers chatting away on the phone, only stopping to kiss Harry squarely on the mouth before muttering on about something or other to someone that Harry can only guess is Ryan, Jamal having the ability to string to a sentence together without needing to use the word ‘fuck’ at least four times. There’s pasta on the boil and another pan with a rather beautiful smelling sauce. His glass of wine is still in the lounge, right where he left it, with a new bottle opened next to it and a massive fold of white card with a messiest heart he’s ever seen drawn on it. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He turns taking a sip of his wine, Eggsy has somehow lost his shirt on the way out of the kitchen, “Cause I do. I don’t know anyone else who would fuck me on the floor and then take my dog out for a walk.” 

He slips his arms around Harry’s neck and standing on his tip toes until Harry relents and kisses him. 

“Well it was awfully cold.” He takes another sip of wine before kissing Eggsy again. 

“Was it now?” Eggsy smiles when Harry hums, “Well I suppose I better warm you up then.”

“I thought you made dinner.” Eggsy frowns.

“Now really Harry. I give you the choice of dinner or fucking me and you choose dinner?” Harry smiles, downing the last of his wine and placing the glass on the side table. He bends enough to kiss Eggsy on the mouth, hands running down his sides to his hips and then again to his arse and thighs and hoisting him up until his legs are wrapped tightly around Harry’s waist. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Now, I believe you said you would make it up to me.” 

Eggsy’s laugh echoes down the hallway. 

***

It's still dark when they wake the next morning. Eggsy groans and buries himself deeper into Harry's side and Harry knows he’d rather be sleeping, would rather it himself but for some reason can seem to make himself settle back down and drift.

"Good morning, darling."

"Is not morning." Harry laughs, wraps his arm around the other man a little tighter, dropping a kiss into his hair.

"No, not quite, but if you don't get up I can't give you your gift."

Eggsy whines, before throwing the covers off and crawling on Harry's lap, leaning down to kiss the other man slowly, sighing into it and lazily opening his mouth at Harry’s request. 

"Merry Christmas, Harry." He smiles, rubs his hands up the young man's sides and down again letting them rest on his hips. 

"Merry Christmas," Eggsy leans down to kiss him again. Humming he finally reaches behind himself, fingers sliding under the pillow until he finds what he is looking for, his other hand reaching for Eggsy's left, "For you."

Eggsy goes still above him, tensing up when Harry slides the ring into his finger. 

"Harry."

"It was my great uncle's. A family heirloom, if you will. It was gift to him by his lover, a sign of his commitment to their relationship. When he died, it passed to me and I am continuing the tradition," he rubs his thumb over the intaglio cut into the family coat of arms, "do you like it?"

"Fuck, of course I do," he leans down to kiss Harry again, "Kinda makes my present seem a bit crap now." 

He shuffles off the bed, disappearing quickly out of the room and Harry can only smile when JB bundles in, tongue lolling out of his mouth and making a frankly pathetic attempt to get on the bed. Harry point blank refuses to help, wouldn’t want Eggsy to think that he favours him in anyway, especially after the last few days.

Eggsy comes back holding what looks like a ball of black yarn, cradled against his chest with such care that Harry's almost concerned that Eggsy's going to drop the poor thing. He holds out a hand, let's Eggsy hand over the little thing before holding it up to look into its eyes. 

"And what is your name?" The puppy gives a little wiggle, tail beginning to wag as Harry smiles, batting its tiny paws at him. He's really is lovely, bright blue eyes taking him in, while his tongue tries to lick at him and Harry can feel the stirrings of fondness in his crest.

"Well I've been calling him Elton, ‘cause you know." There's a small yapping noise from the puppy at his name followed by a grunt and bark from JB, "JB likes him well enough." 

Eggsy is still standing there looking a little nervous, which is ridiculous considering he's dressed only in boxers. 

"He's lovely, thank you," He settles the puppy on the covers, where it stays for about 3 full seconds before it climbs back into his lap and makes a good attempt to climb onto Harry's shoulders before tumbling over and promptly falling asleep, "are you going to stand there all morning? I had rather hoped we'd spend a few more house in bed."

Eggsy still doesn't move, biting at his thumb nails while his other arm curls over his chest. 

"You don't like him. It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry." He looks so stressed and sad that Harry wants to pull him back into bed and keep him there, "I could probably find someone to take him."

"I think not," he rests a hand on the pup's head, stroking gently over his little snout as to not wake him, "I hardly think it's appropriate to give away someone's gift without their consent. Give away JB if you have to."

The Pug gives a loud grunt and Eggsy rolls his eyes before bending to pick him up. 

"You wouldn't," Harry arches an eyebrow, shifting when the puppy wakes and resettling him on his stomach, "you love JB. I mean, oh."

Harry pats the bed next to him and Eggsy smiles and drops the Pug on the bed and crawls back under the covers, settling himself carefully against Harry's side, making sure not to wake the puppy. Not that it works, it’s little head snapping up and scrambling off to flop on JB and bite at his ears.

"He really is lovely. A working cocker, yes?" He can feel the smile grow against his skin, "How on earth did you manage to keep a puppy here without me noticing?"

“Rox had him for a couple of days, brought him over when you were out walking JB yesterday. You should have seen JB when Rox took him, acted like a right burke,” There’s a grunt from the end of the bed and Harry manages to look up in time to see Elton scrambling up the bed, over Eggsy and flop himself back onto Harry’s chest regardless of the fact that Eggsy’s head was there first, “He’s house trained, had his shots and walks to heel, well kinda. Are you sure you like him?”

Harry’s answer is muffled by a soft paw batting at his face as Elton tries to wiggle closer to lick at Harry’s nose, only to be hampered by one of Harry’s large hands on his back. The smile on his face is enough of an answer for Eggsy, who moves enough to run a finger of the tiny black snout and nose, hissing when Elton nips at him.

They spend most of the day getting Elton used the rest of the flat, and eating a fairly decent roast dinner that Harry had taken control of when Eggsy had, had a meltdown about what temperature to put the Yorkshire puddings in at and for how long. So, by the time 6pm rolls around they are all squared away and Eggsy's trying to tempt Harry back into the lounge area with a glass of wine.

Elton is flopped out, half on, half off the dog bed in the way only a puppy can find comfortable with JB curled up next to him. He’s managed to ruin one of Eggsy’s favourite jackets and thankfully the hideous jumper that Eggsy had been forcing him to wear, but Harry’s still spent most of the day with the little thing in his lap or rubbing his belly until he drops off, only to wake up again minutes later to harass JB or bark to go out. 

Eventually, however, they are alone. Both dogs worn out to the point that Elton had fallen asleep in his food. Eggsy catches him in the hall, fingers tight on the cuff of his shirt. 

"I thought we could give movie night another go. I promise no Christmas movies this time." He looks rather hopeful, pressing up onto his tip toes so he can wrap his arms around Harry's neck, and he knows that Harry will do pretty much anything for him when he does that. He looks rather ridiculous in his glasses that Harry finally made him get after he'd gotten fed up of him squinting at the TV when tired, but Harry doesn't care, bends a little to kiss him on the nose. 

"Really? Because I had rather thought to take you to bed and show you exactly how grateful I am." 

Eggsy cocks an eyebrow, smiling as Harry wraps his arms around his waist. He kisses Harry slowly, opening his mouth when Harry prompts him and dragging his fingers down the other man's chest until they are resting on his belt. Harry pulls him in closer, breaking the kiss to take in the look on Eggsy's face, the creeping red on his cheeks and the way his eyes are half lidded in lazy lust. 

"That wasn't such a hard decision, now was it?" Eggsy huffs, unlatching Harry's belt from its buckle and tugging it loose before sinking to his knees and pulling the zipper of Harry's rather nice trousers down. He pulls Harry's cock out through the fly of his boxers, already half hard and wraps his mouth around it without preamble. He swallows down to the root and Harry is more than a little proud of how quickly Eggsy had picked that trick up. 

He has an exceptionally talented mouth and Harry's more than happy to let him get on with it, they have time to fuck later. Eggsy relaxes his throat a little and let's Harry slide in a little deeper, before swallowing. Harry curses, runs his fingers through Eggsy hair, letting hand rest at the back of the other man's head and biting back a moan when Eggsy finally decides to start moving his head, slowly at first, tongue running over the underside, teeth catching teasingly and making Harry moan. 

He gets a good rhythm going, saliva pooling in his mouth and dripping down his chin and wrist where his hand is now working Harry from the base, while the other one grips tightly onto the other man's hips. He looks up at Harry desperately, figures that he gets what Eggsy means when he curses, one hand moving to cradle his head as the other settles on his jaw. He relaxes his throat again, let's his hands fall to his sides and sits on his knees waiting for Harry to finally get with the program.

Harry smiles at him, rocks his hips slowly, knowing better than to just fuck straight in and make Eggsy choke not after last time. Eggs just takes it, doesn't mind in the slightest when Harry thrusts into his mouth suddenly and pulls his head forward until his nose is pressed against the dip of his pelvis, moans around the feeling of being full and held open. He lets Harry move him where he wants him, let's his press his cock into his cheek and tilt his head at an impossible angle to get even deeper, moaning when he slides home again. 

His chin and neck are mess of sticky saliva and he can feel the way it has gathered around his mouth as Harry fuck his cock in again and again, slowly building until he finally yanks Eggsy head back with a cut off moan. 

He comes in thick strips across Eggsy face and glasses making the younger man look even more filthy with the semi manic smile he's giving Harry. He licks his lips, smiling wider when Harry groans and puts him back onto his feet.

"You are filthy."

"Really? Cause I ain't the one standing around with my cock out." Harry runs a finger through the mess on Eggsy check and feeds it to him. 

"Go wash your face and then I will show you exactly what I mean when I say gratitude." 

"Fucking yes, Harry."


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